Dear Blog!

Saturday, 29 November 2003

Nothing happened today but that won’t stop me from garnishing the
world’s knowledge base with another parsley sprig!

Isn’t it just fabulous to be American! Never having to endure 5
minutes of silence simply rules. I mean even that 1 minute of silence
on September 12th a couple years back—well,
that was pretty hard to take. Thank God for the Internet. How else
would you know I don’t have anything important to say?

Being able to write about this is probably the most fulfilling thing
in life. And it’s so easy too. I think that’s what I like the most
about it. No effort! Wow. I mean, if it was too hard to post this, I
suppose I wouldn’t do it. I mean who needs the hassle, right? Thank
God for technology.

Where was I? Oh, yes, hurting you, ever so mildly, either by
implication or just wasting of 2 minutes of your own life.

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There was once a Wolf who got very little to eat because the Dogs
of the village were so wide awake and watchful. He was really
nothing but skin and bones, and it made him very downhearted to
think of it.

One night this Wolf happened to fall in with a fine fat House Dog
who had wandered a little too far from home. The Wolf would
gladly have eaten him then and there, but the House Dog looked
strong enough to leave his marks should he try it. So the Wolf
spoke very humbly to the Dog, complimenting him on his fine
appearance.

“You can be as well-fed as I am if you want to,” replied the Dog.
“Leave the woods; there you live miserably. Why, you have to
fight hard for every bite you get. Follow my example and you will
get along beautifully.”

“What must I do?” asked the Wolf.

“Hardly anything,” answered the House Dog. “Chase people who
carry canes, bark at beggars, and fawn on the people of the
house. In return you will get tidbits of every kind, chicken
bones, choice bits of meat, sugar, cake, and much more beside,
not to speak of kind words and caresses.”

The Wolf had such a beautiful vision of his coming happiness that
he almost wept. But just then he noticed that the hair on the
Dog’s neck was worn and the skin was chafed.

“What is that on your neck?”

“Nothing at all,” replied the Dog.

“What! nothing!”

“Oh, just a trifle!”

“But please tell me.”

“Perhaps you see the mark of the collar to which my chain is
fastened.”

“What! A chain!” cried the Wolf. “Don’t you go wherever you
please?”

“Not always! But what’s the difference?” replied the Dog.

“All the difference in the world! I don’t care a rap for your
feasts and I wouldn’t take all the tender young lambs in the
world at that price.” And away ran the Wolf to the woods.